How quiet it is around noon.
Farida lies on the verandah to get a rug. Bablu, Leena at school. Veena sat in the quatala all afternoon and read all the books. The only vocalist in the Sunsan silence is Veena's grandmother. Although at noon his throat went down into the ditch. He muttered in a monotonous voice. There may be some sleepy melody in that muttering. Faridar fell asleep while listening.
Even today I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of knocking. The gate is closed from the inside at noon. The group of beggars. After a while, he got annoyed and left. The one who came today is not going anywhere. After being silent for a while, Farida said again in an annoyed voice, "Look at the harp." They are in great pain.
Veena was writing a letter. There is no one to write his letter. But after being unemployed, I know why he just wants to write a letter. He is writing today's letter to Malvi. He has no such feelings with Malvi. Yet Malby is his only girlfriend who suddenly writes him a long letter. A letter came from Malvi yesterday. Her marriage has been fixed - a long letter informing this news. The son is the Cultural Secretary of the Chinese Embassy in Bangladesh. Suddenly the marriage is over. Malbi has to leave the country. When I went to write a reply to the letter, I know why Veena is feeling a little upset. He closed the book and went to open the gate. Nowadays it is dangerous to open the gate at noon. Who hurriedly entered.
Veena said, who?
The answer came in a soft voice - I am the harp. I'm bullshit. Dad at home?
Veena opened the gate and said, what are these things, grandfather? Where did you escape?
Dad at home?
No, Dad is not at home. The same situation is yours, boo boo.
Bulu smiled shyly, is the house a little cold?
Will you stand here and gossip, or come in? What happened?
I have become Maulana Sahib. What kind of pressure has been seen?
Farida said from inside, who are you talking to harp? Who?
Grandpa came, mother.
Farida sat up. Didn't understand what to say or do. It's been so long. Running away in fear, shouldn't I say something of comfort as a mother? Or will he also see anger? Will you lie down the way you did with your face serious?
Bulu came to the verandah. Farida was startled. What a look the boy's face filled beard. Is there such a long beard in 28 days? The hair seems to be tangled. The face is dry. Farida said, what happened to the legs, why are you limping?
The thorns are broken. Mom, Dad's anger has decreased?
What will I do if I don't get angry and run away again?
Bull smiled shyly. Faridar was very happy to see the smile. Oh poor thing. He said softly, people do not fail the test? If you fail, you have to leave the house?
No one fails three times?
Farida said, where were you?
I was towards the village.
Veena gives him bath water. Give me soap.
Veena's grandmother is shouting bastard is coming? That bastard, come here.
Bulu is sitting on the bank of the well to take a bath. There is a harp next to it. Veena said, dirty grandfather filling his back. Give me the towel, rub it.
Don't take it.
Don't give up. How is the body so dirty? Iski getting dirty. Grandpa, give me more soap on my head.
Bulu said, I did not understand your result for the first two days. Seeing his own condition weakened. I saw your result on the third day. I was so happy to understand that tears came to my eyes. I wanted to dance with you in my head.
Not even once he came.
I was not afraid of my father.
Not afraid now? Doing.
I will eat and drink and escape again.
You have done enough madness, grandfather.
Farida herself fried an egg for the boy. There is nothing to eat. What was the smell of small fish curry. There are also a few pulses.
Mom, fry a dried pepper.
Farida fried a dried pepper. Bulu is eating with so much interest. Who knows where he has been for so long, what he has eaten.
Mr. Mizan returned just before dusk. He washed his hands and sat down with a cup of tea in his hand. Farida said, Bulu has come.
He said nothing. Faridar thought he probably hadn't heard. Farida raised her voice and said, Bulu has come.
Mr. Mizan said in an annoyed voice, how many times will you say one thing? Good thing. What do I have to do now? Do you have to sit on your lap?
Didn't say anything. Very scared.
Mr. Mizan got up after tea. Farida said, are you going somewhere?
He did not answer. He went out with an umbrella. Tears welled up in Leena's and Bablu's eyes. Today is Thursday, the day to sit down with Dad's books. Once out, it feels like you won't be sitting anymore.
Bulu ate at noon and fell asleep, waking up that evening. He lay down with a feeling of fever and fever. The left leg is tingling.
Veena entered with a cup of tea. He had come a few times before. Bulu did not see the sleeping call.
Bulu said, father did not come?
Came, went somewhere again.
Say something about me?
No.
Need to leave. Dad should say goodbye before he comes back.
Grandpa, don't talk nonsense. You have done enough. Eat the big ones. Why are you just drinking tea?
I was wandering in the village, I understood the harp, I saw a lot of things. I had the idea before that we feel the poorest. I understand eating only rice. Just rice. Nothing to do with.
Did you write poems about them?
Bulu said nothing. Smiled shyly. There is an enthusiasm in Bulu to write poetry every few days. He does not show any poem to anyone, but he knows the harp.
You m. Do not read the harp?
I don't know. Dad is not saying anything.
What is there to talk about? Which is admitted. It would be nice to say MA side sister. M. This thing is different, isn't it?
I know what.
If I could pass MA, I would do mastery in a college in the village. Would have been fine.
Bulu took a deep breath. Veena said, go to the saloon and shave your beard, grandfather, it looks awkward. Take this.
Veena raised a note of five rupees. Bulu raised his hand and took the money. His hands are completely empty. Wanting to smoke. The habit of smoking has gone to his village.
Bulu does not get any money for hand expenses from home. He collects the money for a small tuition through a private tuition. Last month's salary was not taken from them. Bulu decided to go once tonight. The student's father will not be found if he does not leave before 8 pm When he got the money, he decided to buy some presents for the harp. What can be bought.
Mr. Mizan was too late to find Rahman's house in Shantibagh. Alley inside alley, alley inside it. Seeing the condition of the house that was found to be found, Mr. Mizan fell from the sky. One floor of a two storey house. The condition of the house is such that it seems that the whole house will collapse immediately. Dustbin in front of the front door. Flies do not usually fly at night but flies are buzzing here. You can't stand the stench. He wants to run away.
As soon as he knocked on the door, Rahman came out and said in surprise, "You sir."
How are you Rahman.
Yes, good. I came to see your baby. How is he?
It's good, sir. He is not at home, he has gone to his great uncle's house. In the traveling house. Come on in, sir.
Mr. Mizan entered. I was upset to see the decoration of the house. What a situation. A few wooden chairs in the living room. A checkpoint in one corner. Carpet A pillow with wireless oil on the floor.
Sir sit down, I called my wife and brought her.
Rahman's wife is impossibly thin, a girl with a girlish appearance. She has changed her sari. Patbhanga sari is swollen. The girl touched her feet and greeted Mr. Mizan. Mr. Mizan became very unprepared. Rahman said, my sir. Chinu told you about him.
Mr. Mizan said, I said you are fine. My eldest daughter is your age.
Of course you would say uncle. Of course. Is your eldest son back?
Mr. Mizan said, yes he is back. You also know about him.
Yes, he said. He tells me everything about the office.
Rahman came out wearing a shirt. Feel free to buy some chess. Chinu is sitting on the bench and talking.
Such is the state of the house tor. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally.
My own house is not in very good condition.
Their condition was not very bad, uncle. The land was good. The rice of the year used to come from the land. All has to be sold. Raising two and a half lakh rupees is not a straightforward thing. Landed house, all my little jewelry is gone, still pay ten thousand rupees. But I have no regrets. Nothing is bigger than human life. Isn't that right uncle? The boy is fine.
That is it.
One of my cousins wanted to pay but did not take it. His self-esteem is very high again. He will not treat the boy with the next money. Said uncle, people like us do not agree with such words?
Why not? Definitely agrees.
No one in the office came to see such a big problem. You have arrived. He was very happy. He is a little happy.
Mr. Mizan remained silent. Rahman came back with food, two sweets, two singara, four salty. There is no tea in their house. Chao has come to the kettle.
The boy that Bulu teaches is in Adabar. The boy falls in class four. Wise boy. He doesn't have to say anything more than once or twice, but handwriting is bad. What Bulu used to do was write four or five pages of handwriting every day. There was no benefit in this either, the handwriting remained as it is.
Bulu was very upset when he came to this house. A new master is teaching the boy on the verandah. Looks like a tough kind of master. As soon as the boy looked at Bulu, Master Saheb gave a stern rebuke.
The boy's father was at home. He came out and said with a dry face, "I don't know where you have disappeared." At the end I left a new master.
Well done.
The master is also good. Strict type 6.
Strict master is good.
You feel like you owe some money. Let's see once next week. Let's calculate.
Bulu sighed. One month's salary left. A little bit of money, what is the calculation?
Sit down and have tea.
Yes don't stay
Come once next week. Will be leaving on Wednesday.
Bulu said nothing. The pain in the left leg has increased considerably.
The gentleman said, what's the matter with the beard?
It didn't matter.
Well let's go next week.
Mr. Mizan met Bulu near the gate of the house. Mr. Mizan stared for a while. Bulu thought — he must say something.
He said nothing. Two people are standing nearby. But no one is talking to anyone. After some time Mr. Mizan said, why did you keep the beard?
Bulu did not answer. He stood with his head bowed.
What happened to your legs? Why are you limping?
Bulu remained silent.
Not talking that, forgot to talk?
Bulu thought Dad would tell him to come back from the salon with a clean beard.
He did not say that.
Bulu.
Yes.
I don't want to see your face. Wherever you went.
Shall I leave now, father?
Mr. Mizan went into the room without answering this question. Bulu did not understand what to do. Will he leave now? Or wait a day or two? Bond looks tired. Will Dad let him stay tonight?